Cassidy’s War, my newest release, will be available from The Wild Rose Press on January 13, 2012. In advance of the release, I’m running a contest on my blog, Susan Macatee Romance Writer. Just leave a comment on any post from today until January 13th to enter into a drawing to win:
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The Civil War is over, but Cassidy’s War is just beginning.
Cassidy Stuart longs to attend medical school. Training beside her physician father and serving as a nurse during the war, have only increased her desire to be a doctor with her own practice. When the man who’d left her at the altar returns, she’s determined not to let him upset the plans she’s set for herself.
Until his mission is accomplished, George Masters must hide his identity as a Pinkerton agent as he investigates a physician living in George’s former hometown, a short distance from Cassidy’s home. When he finds Cassidy hasn’t married, he hopes he can rekindle their love while trying to protect her and townsfolk from the evil Dr. Madison.
Can their love be renewed despite the villain’s desire for revenge against them both?
Excerpt: The man in the door wasn’t Matt, but George. Had her mother let him in? He eyed her and frowned, his gaze drifting to the post in her hand.
Oh, Lord, just the man I don’t want to speak to right now.
“Cassie, Matt tells me you got a post.”
Drat, Matt! She chewed on her lower lip. Might as well tell him, he’ll find out anyhow.
She swallowed. “It’s from the medical school in Philadelphia, the University of Pennsylvania.” She dropped her gaze.
“And?” George prompted.
“They won’t accept me as a student.” She gazed into his eyes and shrugged. “I shouldn’t have tried.”
“I’m sorry, Cassie.” He stepped to her side and settled his arm over her shoulder. “I know how much this meant to you.”
She longed to collapse in the comfort of George’s arms. She’d found solace there years ago, when she thought him the man for her. But instead, she stiffened her spine.
“It’s all right,” she said. “It was foolish of me to try.”
George enveloped her in his strong arms. She bit her lip hoping to stave off the torrent of tears threatening to course down her cheeks. She yearned to bawl and scream at the injustice. She had the same credentials as Quinn, except for his experience as a steward during the war. But she’d served as a nurse, basically the same thing. Why wouldn’t they allow her to try?
George rubbed her back in an all too familiar gesture. The men in her life always felt the need to soothe her hurt away. Her father would’ve done the same.
She glanced up, frowning. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
He grimaced. “Not happy to see me? Reckon I deserve that. I spoke to Quinn. He told me he’ll be rebuilding your father’s practice.”
She nodded. “Now, he’ll be able to see patients over the summer and I’d hoped…” She swallowed, crumpling the post.
“It’ll all work out, Cassie.” He spun her to face him, and she buried her face against his rock hard chest. He’d filled out since she’d seen him five years ago.
She raised her face to his, losing herself in his dark gaze. He brushed her cheek with his fingers, then lifted her chin, sending delightful shivers through her body. Her lips parted in anticipation as he lowered his face to hers. His mouth brushed hers, gently at first, then pressed against her, shooting hot sparks to her core. His comforting scent of sandalwood, leather, and male enveloped her.
She sighed into the kiss, her tongue swirling inside his mouth. Her insides coiled with spiraling heat. She’d never been with a man and often imagined what it would feel like to have limbs intertwined, bodies pressed tightly with the one who set your soul aflame.
“Oh, George,” she gasped as he released his hold. Her skin moistened, body growing hotter by the minute. As a physician she knew what went on between a man and woman, but George sent her analytical thoughts spinning as want and need threw everything to the wind. She didn’t want the kiss to ever end.
“I know exactly how you feel, Cassie, but we have to stop now.”
“I know.” She nodded, not wanting to leave the warmth of his strong arms, but knowing she must. She gestured to one of the chairs.
“Sit, I’ll make tea. Then you can tell me why you’re here.”
Cassidy’s War available 1/13/12 from The Wild Rose Press
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